My legs ache.  According to my phone, I’ve walked over 11,500 steps.

I started first thing moving the Ancients closer to home as they had an appointment with the equine dentist.

My tried and trusted method was to lead Haakon.

And hope everyone else followed.

At one stage, I shouted at Iacs to focus and not have an independant thought!

Then it was the little ones turn.  Four were on the track and four were in the field.  I had no idea how they got there so I put the good four in the paddock where they could eat everyone’s breakfasts.  I managed to get the other four out of the field and they  re-joined their friends, who had eaten their breakfast.  “Serve you right”, I told them.

The dentist came, did some work on all the old equines. Vitamoobag (she was a cow!) and a quick travel around with a drill and wash out on everyone else.  A huge thank you to Stuart Lindsay, Equine Dentist.

So I put everyone back in their respective fields/track only to find all the Shetland ponies had managed to break into the field again.

All except for Waffle, (surprise!) who was a good boy, if panicking he wasn’t with his friends.

I tried to catch the friends but they wouldn’t be caught. Oh no, they ran around and around giggling, bucking and farting.  It was hopeless.  I am not one to give up but I had to give up, raging.

And I went and let Waffle in with them because I knew he would panic and do more damage to the fence.

Plan B now: I’m going to have to leave the ponies for a few days and pray the autumn flush is over.  Bloody ponies.  They will be moved Friday.